This is a song about "Still miss him but don t want to he moved on and you hate it"

Oh i miss you man but it wasn't meant to be

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

But if you want to keep getting crushed then go ahead don't let him in.

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Pleading for him to stop but he turns and smiles

See, i'm just trying to focus

I dont want you to miss this

Sit him on the floor, and if he get to bitching,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave